Monsieur Einstein

Here you are at last,

        your words scrawled across the page,
           my long lost friend.
    For so long you seemed so unreachable,
          at a height I just couldn’t comprehend.
   These theories and thoughts of yours, seemingly without end.
I had to see you from further down the road
    Where my imagination could unfold
        and my imagination could explode.
   Yet here we are, at different points in time.
  But if time is simultaneous, my friend,
       Does that not mean you are mine?
   Could it be you are next to me,
      by some stretch of our universe?
Maybe that’s why you feel so close.
     Oh what I’d give to ask you such questions
What might be your thoughts and intentions?
   But alas, my old friend, here you are with me on every page!
With every question you raise
    You propel this journey through an age
        What you’ve instilled, always will pursue.
                    These  questions leadeth on,
                  from a man whose imagination flew!
-s.g.

Always

Always.

  There’s just something about that word.
            can send chills down my spine,
                Like no other I’ve ever heard.
      I fear its finality,
         The way it can sound like a cold clank,
               like a jail cell slamming shut.
               Caging me in….for always.
     Other times, I bask in its comfort
          It’s the soft thud of a door,
            shutting out the cold outside.
               Inviting you to sit by the fire.
                And feel at peace…for always.
    Sometimes it means to be gone forever
         The ending of a story
            The closing of a book.
               Never again to have another look.
  But sometimes, it means Always with you.
            You who make always seem like home
               Without you I couldn’t comprehend what that could be
     That always could mean finally being set free.
-s.g.

 

Distance

It’s such a small world until you’re looking for someone specific.

               Making Time Square with all her crowds
                    seem like an emptiness
                             as vast as the universe itself.
           An arm’s length away feels like the farthest distance
              when you’re wanting them to reach out to you
                            to even brush your hand.
           Talking can be so easy, until it comes down to three words
                         How they stick in your throat
                            And hang in your mind.
            And how much they can weigh down a simple
                                            “Hello.”
      It seems like such a small world until I’m reaching for you.
    -s.g